M011Y *FREESTYLE* *SLOPPED* lyrics
by Erick the Architect
[Intro]
You are now entering the world inside the essence of your imagina-na-na-nation
[Verse]
Xanax instead of oxygen in a world full of these moccasins
Oxidize, Exodus, Percocet's, essence, Molly
Will you let a little n*gga cop a note, get drunk then have a n*gga f*ck you in the throat
Little bit of weed, little bit a' coke
Roll roads, to your throat, boo c*cky on the low
Put a c*cky—Press copy, then post, sex-tape, let's tape this sh*t
Embrace this place, then rape this b*tch
Glow gang, this sh*t so crisp
My wrists, so slit up, sh*t I think I p*ssed or sh*t my pants
Old mans ain't sh*t
f*ck a b*tch, little lick, little league, little tits
Ring reed's, ODs, smoke GO3
Oh me, oh my, yo' ho' should die
Your mama should've swallowed you, b*tch, please die
Fist fight, die young, bee stung, tree hung, weed lungs
Could've been equivalent to the heroin in your medicine, better gin, meddling', mm
Could it, better, could it, done it, better
Whatever the weather
Yo' ho know the chatter is coming, know better, know better, know better, these n*ggas know better
I got it, I came with a n*gga, you know this, he hold his— he hold this— they hoeing
Jehovah be hoeing, they noticed
Breaking my focus, these n*ggas is bogus
These n*ggas be trippin', I'm sipping on—
Scotty the pimping I—, hit you with missions
I got it, you want it, I'm putting you on it, my n*ggas is with me, they came with the 40's
I got it, I'm locking it down
Came for your n*ggas, I'm f*cking up towns
Raping the b*tch, racking up bodies and quicker than licorice, could've been bickering
Bitter as n*ggas that hated my mother's—
Clitoris, vigorous, black bast*rds
As vivid, as Black Casper who's backing up ass faster than Beverly
Hate it, n*ggas be basic, n*gga, just face it
n*ggas be mellow, hate it, I sling 'em like jello
Whatever the weather, I'm coming with cheddar, your hoe know
Hate it, b*tch, call me Lucifer the foe
Slide for the foe, aim for your feet, came with the TEC, aim for your neck
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, swear I'm the sh*t, but I be bitter as sh*t
Hatin' the b*tch, slappin' the b*tch, di*k-slapping the b*tch
Realest, n*gga, out, goddamn, I'm the sh*t
b*tch, mob n*gga I'm mobbin', slumped up shawty
Got your b*tch, she want the 40, so I hit her with the Molly
b*tch, that baby ain't mine, I ain't really 'bout the crime
I'm just, really 'bout the murder, b*tch, give her f*cking time
I be out my damn mind, I be all up in my zone
Smoking zone with yo' hoe, b*tch, call me for the 40